today

the most pressing issues, the schedule, have to be there for lunch, the gym at four, home at six, rest, some TV, a quick nap and a..., sleep, wake up, forgot the pills, must make a to do list, phone rings, missed that, another appointment, darn, how did I forget, lunch schedule, more salad, the office is getting a makeover, might get a new desk, stop, furniture store, stop lingerie boutique, it's valentines day soon, must give it a look, ramble to the office, should not have had wine over lunch, feeling a little oozy, should give up the drink. bubble gum, the breath feels better, can't taste the booze on my lips, still have the urge though, to go for another drink.

all saints

We all believe in something, usually something insane. Rarely something worth believing in. The latest teen idol if your under 16, the next elvis, the colour scheme in the house, the clothes you wear, says something about us. Is their Christian belief in all of this. It all says something about us. Is their a Christian belief in all of this, or are we missing something, we all have beliefs, God Most High the choice here today, but so many, what is there to believe in, if you’re a starving child with an empty tummy, a voter seeking an honest politician, an  aids sufferer without access to decent affordable health care, My politician is a good one, he knows how to respond to a contribution. The roll call of idols we look up to in our day today affairs is surprising.

There’s an idol for everyone, the TV star, the football player, and the image they create for us, images so carefully crafted by professional advertisers, advertisers who care less about you and me, and only value money.

These same image creators would sell us satan, provided he paid them, I have no doubt they already have, surprised. Today is all saints day, rekindling belief in ourselves and those around us, I call it the day we remember the great people, who in their own way, had led us to this day, directly and indirectly, and the sacrifices they made for all of us. To believe in something and someone greater than yourself, is usually a belief, that comes through ignorance of your own self worth.  

invasion of the mind game specialists

Invasion of the mind game specialists, not fiction but fact, the same tactics have worked, from Myanmar to North Korea, Afghanistan to the borders of Ireland, the methods of the spin doctor, does that sound right,  say it again but make it perfect, this is an ongoing battle,  you better watch out, from the moment your born, the garish colors they push into the mind, baby T gets used to it, identities they create, fodder for the perverse, it’s no easy way out, when you don’t know the path. Silly aahs, madness, I can hear you far away, who writes this crap, life it’s just the way, same for women who slave day to day, the men look on, no one looks back, the toil of another hearts journey, they do it for their children, they can’t walk away. Men only, if they could have children, had the heart of a mother, worried about the living bubble, they hold inside them , wasn't supposed to be that way, horror of horror  women fight back, taking over cause the men left off, gave them voting rights, a little more sway, like the women kept ignorant, it just happened to be the way, till justice came to town, and someone turned the lights on, and out of the dark they came, in awe at the prospect that there is another way, and it’s not stopping no matter what, the loving God most high, wont have it any other way, but this is fixed they thought, well he had agreements with many, but broken promises killed the contract, so a new one was created, gave equality full speaking rights, imagine it, the men who try to keep women silent, hey hey hey, and this change, sometimes rushed sometimes stalled, has finally taken root, and women are having their day. Why so much was hidden, maybe it was a dream, it’s a kinda funny story, the wars fought for centuries, there was method going way back, invasion of the mammary snatchers, you can’t grab that, arrest him he’s too slow, what if it’s true, that when we sold out love, we allowed the devil within, to get out of the hole he was in, just a thought, perhaps we need to love more, but not with the obsession of a property developer, ideas please. The dude who used to terrorize the neighborhood has gone, everyone rejoices out of hand, relief at last, take a deep breath, gone where you should ask, no time to be complacent when it comes to matters of the heart, it’s the only game that lasts, and has the reward of a forever moment, just can’t forget the true love that you lost, see what I mean, and you thought I was just making this up, hahahahah…humour, makes shit coffee taste good, makes prison time passable, makes living a little more affordable, it’s like when you dream, that is if you can  afford to sleep well. As you get older the good deeds will stack up like many sleep filled nights, while the harm you caused, we have doctors and experts for that.

honey, where's my cocaine

Crisis after crisis, can’t fill the prescription either, could things get worse, mind beginning to burst, rushing from room to room, where are they, shite, found them, two no three might as well take four, just in case, you need it to act fast, make it work, make it work, reality is too hard to endure, the cable was cut off, and the wife is seeking her child support, on the verge of loosing the job, you hate it but it’s work, and it’s only Monday. Haven’t heard from the agent in awhile, it’s like those Hollywood movies, your always on edge, but you pretend, once you get out of the house, your out of your head, trained like a puppy, you follow every woman’s smell, every night you drink as well, crazy stuff you do, just to have some memory, can’t get worse you think, the girl you brought home, robbed you as well, left you with a rash down there, now you have to the doctor, suppose you can fill the prescription as well, hope in everything, only optimism keeps you going, did I turn off the cooker, or was it the toaster, oh bollocks, you turn the car around, speed home traffic cop comes up behind you, another hundred dollar fine, there goes the booze you were looking forward to, yes officer, I know I was doing thirty in a twenty zone, you grit your teeth, you want to scream, your fuming and spitting hate in your head, imagine what it’s like, you live in hell, a woman in those places, a child prostitute pumped night and day, nice to the sweet smelling punters, the gross acts you endure, I’d prefer to be the prescription guy with the nagging ex wife, sometimes you don’t know your luck. And people wonder why the world is the way it is, rather than the way it was, honey where’s my cocaine, under the bed darling.

Time To Act...

talk abounds something strange going down,talk of peace in the middle east, so welcoming that sunday bombing streak, you can get arrested for thinking he tweets, it happens in trees all the time in threes if you know what i mean, all this talk of ARMAGEDDON must be a prank you think, did you not notice women getting sexier, they must know something as they don't hold back anymore, it makes you think, perhaps it's time to act, before the casualties mount, talking peace in the middle east prefer to see those photo's of kate don't you think..did you see those mamari...world extinct.